Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Gong Yanmo shook his head, and said calmly: "The first emperor of that generation liked women with martial arts. According to records, his concubines are all famous female heroes in the world, and their martial arts are very good. Even if there are some masters in the palace to force them Suicide, it is impossible for them not to resist, but according to records, there was no abnormal movement at all that night, and it was not until the next morning that the maids found out... and Wu Zuo didn't find anything like drugs on them..."

All possibilities were ruled out, Feng Lingyan was taken aback for a moment, unable to think of any explanation>

He murmured: "It's not really a trick of gods and demons, is it? Maybe we should ask our son-in-law..."

Speaking of this, a thought suddenly jumped in my heart.

Couldn't help opening his mouth: "Xuanyuan Luoyu also said that he was trapped in the misty swamp forest for more than 300 years, and your Jiyue family founded the country for more than 300 years. Is there any connection between them?" [

Gong Yanmo's eyes narrowed: "It's possible! Ask that little guy when you see him again."

The two talked for a while, and a kind of nourishing soup was delivered.

It was a bowl of bird's nest soup with lean meat.

Feng Lingyan likes light food recently, and when he saw the oily flowers floating on it, he didn't want to eat it.

Turning his eyes to look at Gong Yanmo, he smiled wickedly: "Fanxiang, your injury is not completely healed, and you need to mend it. This bird's nest is a great source of energy, you eat it?"

"Replenishing vitality?"

Gong Yanmo repeated a sentence coolly, and said with a half-smile: "Little rabbit, do you think I'm not strong enough?"

Feng Lingyan always felt that there was something in his words.

There are too many things to think about today, and she can't react now.

Nodding his head, he smiled dryly: "That knife in your wound hurts your vitality, so it's good to mend it."

"it is good!"

Gong Yanmo happily picked up the bowl, took a sip, and suddenly bent down to catch her.

Before she could react, he kissed her lips,

Feed the whole mouthful of soup to her.

The soup was not as greasy as expected.

It has a somewhat sweet taste, but it's not unpalatable.

"It turns out that the little rabbit likes such intense food. I don't mind feeding you this whole bowl of soup."